Well, since this story seems to be the most popular lately, I've decided to update this one next. Enjoy, everyone!
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Max's POV:
I sat in a corner of the living room, watching the Flock (or more accurately, watching Fang) play a competitive game of Truth or Dare. Since Fang and I had done the dirty deed the first time, we'd been sneaking out nearly every night to get our pleasure as the rest of the Flock slept. To tell the truth, I was nervous. What if Iggy caught us sneaking out? Without his sight, his other senses were far more advanced than the others'. And for that matter, what if one of the younger ones caught us sneaking out at night? Nudge? Gazzy? Or Angel, the mind-reader? What would we tell them, "Oh, yeah, Fang and I are a couple. By the way, we've already had sex, so don't be surprised if you noticed us gone every night." I sighed, shaking myself out of my melancholy thoughts and back to the game.
It was Iggy's turn.
"Truth or Dare, Fang," he said confidently. I noticed Nudge exhale in relief, and raised a mental eyebrow. What did she have to hide? Fang thought about it for a moment, before choosing the safe path.
"Truth."
"How long have you liked Max for?" I looked up in shock. With chilling accuracy for someone who couldn't see, Iggy was smirking in my direction. Fang sighed.
"Six and a half years." My jaw dropped in shock. We were only, what, sixteen back then?
Almost echoing my thoughts, Iggy let out a low whistle.
"About time you two hooked up, then." He winked suggestively at Fang, then turned to send a mischievous grin in my direction. My face flushed at the obvious meaning of his words.
"It was," Fang murmured, so low that I could barely hear it, even being the closest one to him. Unfortunately, Iggy seemed to hear it, as his eyebrows shot up. I winced.
"I want to try something tonight," Fang muttered to me, in his usual low voice, husky with desire. Our flushed and panting bodies were pressed closely together, my back against the ground.
"Go ahead," I breathed.
"Just - just let me know if it's too much for you, Max. Promise me." I wondered to myself what he was going to try that might be too much for me.
"It won't be, whatever it is. I'm tougher than you think." I teased, then rubbed my nose against his. "Of course I will, Fang. But I trust you." He leaned forward, and we were once again connected at the mouth. This time, though, it was rougher. Dominant, his body pushed against mine, his hands pressing my wrists to the ground. I couldn't help being aroused by this new, dominant boyfriend of mine. Especially as he pulled back, growling, "Don't move." Gasping, I obeyed.
Fang somehow found a way to tie my wrists down to the dirt floor underneath us, then repeated the process to my ankles. He sat back, looking at his work.
"Damn. How am I going to get your pants off now?" I smirked at his lack of planning.
"I dunno. Untie me?" I teased. He looked up at me, then grinned suddenly, making me catch my breath.
"Nope," he said, popping the "P". He fisted his hands at the top of my shirt, then pulled. My shirt ripped down the middle.
"That was the most expensive shirt I owned!" I complained. I'd bought it at one of the fashion stores, feeling incredibly awkward in my simple jeans and a t-shirt. The saleswoman had looked me up and down disdainfully, before asking the mandatory "May I help you?"
She had eventually led me to a shirt that I was sure would impress Fang, and I decided to drain $50 on the hope that my boyfriend would like it. Apparently, he liked what was underneath it better.
Something that I was not exactly complaining about.
He took in a deep breath, holding it for a second before exhaling, staring at my lacy red bra. Yup, another accessory from the mall, this time from Victoria's Secret. I decided to try something new.
"You like?" I used my best sexy voice, trying to look from underneath my eyelashes the way all the models did. Fang looked at me hungrily.
"God, I love," he groaned. I was shocked that he was playing along, but figured I might as well go with it.
"Then you'll like what's under my jean's better," I murmured softly, trying to achieve that sexy tone. I didn't think I'd reached it, but Fang apparently did. With a loud groan, he nearly tore my pants in his attempt to get them off me quickly. I tried to hold in my chuckle as he finally just ripped the pants off my body. He looked up, raising his eyebrows.
"Are you laughing at me?" Despite the setting that was turning me on, my quiet chuckle turned into full-blown laughter. I was laughing so hard, in fact, that I missed the telltale glint in Fang's eyes.
"Only bad girls laugh at me," he murmured smoothly, trailing his lips almost idly down my stomach. My laughter died, and I shivered slightly. "And you know what bad girls, deserve, Max?" His mouth had trailed back up my abdomen, and his hands skillfully undid the clasp on my lacy bra. I sighed. "Bad girls deserve to be punished."
Almost as a period to his statement, his mouth closed on my nipple, causing me to gasp.
"Fang...!"
"Yes, Max?" His hand came up, tweaking the nipple that was not getting the benefit of his mouth. I gasped, bucking my hips against his, feeling his erection and groaning.
"Fang... Fang, I - I want you..."
"You want me to what?" I groaned, partially in arousal, and partially in frustration. I knew and he knew that he was being dense on purpose.
"Damnit, Fang, touch me... "
"Max, I am touching you." He gave another tweak to my breast, making me gasp.
"Fang! Damn it, touch me... there!" He grinned. Yup, he knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Max, you're not making any sense. You're going to need to be specific, love."
"Fang, I - I want.. " I couldn't believe he was making me say the dirty words! "I want you to finger fuck me!" His smile dropped, and his eyes darkened attractively. Hmm, he wasn't as nonchalant as he tried to show...
"Damn, Max," he breathed, before I got my wish, and more. His fingers, tentatively at first, probed the outside of my opening. I groaned loudly, and bucked my hips toward him. His fingers slipped inside, going deeper, and deeper... Holy shit, how long were his fingers?
I gasped, arching my back off the ground as he pulled his fingers out, then slammed them back in.
"Oh, God, Fang!" My thoughts were completely incoherent at this point, and then...
Then his mouth was on me, right at the point of my pleasure, and combined with his fingers, oh, God, the feeling, the perfectly, torturous, agonizing pleasure, oh, Fang, I'm...!
I moaned his name, loudly, bucking my hips toward his face as I reached the peak of my pleasure. Flying, drifting, floating down...
I opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, to see Fang's lidded eyes, shockingly close to mine. I could feel his stomach, against my own...
Wait, when did he take his shirt off? Feeling his manhood on my thigh, I realized his pants were absent too.
And then I lost all thought as he thrust into me.
"Oh, God, Max," he groaned.
"Fang," I gasped in response. His thrusts, so deep, so fast...
And one final slam, and he called my name, sending his seed into me. I couldn't help but revel in his shut-eyed glory, muscles tense with release as he held himself above me, breathing shallow. Opening his eyes as he descended from the mountain of bliss, he seemed to notice just then that he'd finished before I had. Without a word, he pulled himself out of me, lowering his mouth to take the place of his manhood.
"Fang, you don't need to - Ohh, God - I mean, it seems unfair - Fang!" I nearly jumped off the ground as his tongue hit a certain spot inside of me. " - that I got off - sweet Jesus - twice, and you only - Fang, ooh - once!"
"But I left you hanging once," he murmured against my opening. "That needs changing." And it changed, with one final flick of his tongue. I crumbled, calling his name as I toppled off the edge once more.
Opening my eyes to find Fang undoing the restraints, I blinked in surprise. I'd forgotten they were even there.
"I really liked these," Fang said, almost to himself. "Did you, Max?" I smiled slightly as my final hand came free, and I sat up, brushing dirt and leaves off my back.
"Seems wrong of me to enjoy a punishment, hmm?"
I'm thinking the steamy shower next... Opinions? ;)
